Oral Survey #38

note: since this survey is so inadequate (it's one of the lasts) I'm surrounding it with two of my newer poems, also rather inadequate. But it's my way of saying "Happy holiday that I don't even celebrate!!! And let's all give a hoot n a holler for Immaculate Conception!!!"

Poem #1
Smoothe Hollow Spaces

I'm skipping stones
in your hollowest skull
just to hear the thunk of think ripple
in your absence of thought.
Your mind is an ocean,
and the tide is out.
So I'll cranium surf
your invaded abyss
and I'll train your thoughts
to return to me
when your tide rolls in.
And we'll chat about
crabs and sandbars and such
till the wreck of your conscience
washes up on my shore.
And I'll collect you up
with my shovel and pail
and show you around
and go out to lunch.

ORAL SURVEY: answer the following questions aloud.

Part: man part fish

1. State five valid and logical reasons why there should be more ORAL SURVEY.

2. Compose a vivid picture in your mind to fill the square below, and describe that image orally.

__________________________________________________________________ I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I NO, REALLY, IT'S A SQUARE. YOU DON'T NEED TO MEASURE. I I I ALREADY DID THAT. REALLY. DON'T DO IT. I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I __________________________________________________________________

some of what others came up with...
don't let them influence you.
"I see an butterfly!"
"uhhhh..."
"We see some grape. red."
"I see a extrordinary large apple"
"pppthhhhbbbttbbbhthhh!!"

3. Which of the above questions was a really big cop-out?

4. Which of the above questions was a medium sized cop-out?

5. That wasn't so bad, was it?

6. What!?! no multiple choice?

a) yes
b) no
c) This sucks, what a cop-out

Thank you for participating in ORAL SURVEY. Please come again. And don't forget the second free poem. Or maybe you should. Its not one of my proudest moments. oh, and you get two destructive suggestions today, seeing as its x-mas and all. (and you didn't get any last time)
#257 "Always have an ulterior motive"
#276 "Blame the victim" --Life's Little De-struction Book
Poem #2
Petrified Visions
Being made of stones
We miss the flesh.
The mortar scratches.
We claw at the wall.
Trapped in a reflex,
We sail to conquer
A bondage so strong
We never plan ahead.
Speed is a demon.
We gaze in his eyes.
The brighter light dims.
We announce his farewell.
Much remains.
We'll take one to be prophetic
and the rest,
'cause we're pathetic.
HAVE GOOD GENERIC HOLIDAY SEASON!! I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANY OF YOU ANYTHING
YET, BUT I MIGHT.
Raia "goin' fishin" Fink